I started killing my heroes
Each by each, little by little.
As if there was no flame to burn
And no other lesson to learn.
I always give my very best,
Since the next try might be the last.
I chose to get me lost around
Like I didn’t know I’d be found.
See, I am a contradiction
I’ve made up my world of fiction,
And it’s out of my hand to make
Any sense, asleep or awake.
Memories, not just memories,
But ghosts that whisper in my ears
Things that my heart insists to show,
Things that I don’t even want to know.
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The Mind of a Queen
PoésieNew collection of poems, now following the metrics, not just rambling words rhyming at a point. Also short stories and flash fictions, anything that comes near my brain.